We were under the influence but I called the name of my friend who was downstairs while my boyfriend and I were sleeping together. Perhaps unsurprisingly, my boyfriend threw a total fit. I think it’s hilarious in hindsight, but obviously, I understand why he was upset.
- I had never said someone else’s name before. This wasn’t a habit of mine or anything. In fact, it’s never happened before — nothing even close to what happened. I don’t know what possessed me to do it when I did. I Googled it (obviously) and discovered it’s actually a somewhat common occurrence, so I feel at least a little vindicated.
- We were under the influence of many things. I think I was drunk and on ecstasy that night. I probably didn’t know right from left, so no wonder my mind was in a different place. I totally blame the drugs! They make you shout other people’s names in bed, right? They certainly contributed to me making overall bad decisions, so I’m not surprised that I shouted out the name of a friend.
- No, I didn’t think I was really interested in my friend. It’s not like I had a secret crush on my friend or something. I guess I was kind of attracted to him, but for the most part, I just saw him as a friend. I mean, I may have been subconsciously interested in him or something, but I wasn’t pursuing him, that’s for sure.
- I wasn’t cheating or even considering it. You’d think that because I said my friend’s name, I was up to something fishy. I wasn’t, though. I wasn’t cheating on my partner or even thinking about it. That being said, I think if I was in my boyfriend’s position, I totally would have thought there was something to worry about. I don’t think he ever quite regained trust again after this. It did a whole lot of damage.
- It didn’t mean I didn’t care. I think it was easy for him to feel like I didn’t care about him, but this wasn’t true. I cared about him a lot, I was just a hot mess.
- My boyfriend was livid. We were an hour away from home and he got in his car and almost drove off while he was on ecstasy and had been drinking. It was not a pretty sight. He was absolutely livid at me and a little mad at my friend. My friends held me back from trying to stop him from driving because they thought he really would get even angrier if he saw me at that moment. I was quite scared, but also I was laughing.
- I thought it was funny. I mean, come on, it’s pretty freakin’ funny that I called out someone else’s name in bed. I mean I thought it was funny at the time, but we all definitely had a good laugh about it later. Even years later I giggle when I think about it. It probably wasn’t nice that I thought it was funny while my boyfriend was steaming, though.
- I would have probably responded the same way. I don’t blame him! I probably would have been just as angry. I’m quite a jealous person too, so I know I would have been livid and very hurt. It must be hard to not take something like that personally when it feels like a low blow from your beloved partner. No wonder why we were never really the same again after that.
- This hasn’t happened since. Maybe it’s the fact that I haven’t drank in 5 years or used drugs in 10, but this never happened again. I haven’t called out anyone else’s name aside from the person I was sleeping with. I totally blame it on the drugs for this incident – they messed me up and obviously screwed with my head. Though I can still mess things up, being sober is great, it makes things much less messy.
- My friends gave me a hard time about it for a while. My friends would call me over at parties by saying, “Hey, the girl who calls other people’s names in bed.” I didn’t hear the end of it for a while, even after that boyfriend had moved on.
